neither the song nor the characters belong to me. the lyrics are mixed up, i know, but it's for the sake of the story.

Song: I'm Not the Only One

Artist: Sam Smith

Pairing(s): Rolleigns, and a couple of surprises at the end.


You say I'm crazy

'Cause you don't think I know what you've done

But when you call me baby

I know I'm not the only one

"Seth...you aren't, y'know, hiding anything from me, right?"

Roman's question came out much more sudden than he anticipated, by it was too late for him to care. He was desperate at this point. He didn't care if Seth was offended - no, scratch that, he always cared, but he cared a bit less this time around. An answer was all he wanted.

Their relationship had been rocky for weeks. Seth was quiet, and jittery, and he would leave at the most unusual times and Roman would know nothing. It worried Roman, like it would with every good boyfriend. But he never brought it up. He left Seth to his devices. Which, according to Dean, was a bad decision. His exact words were, "He's probably off fucking someone behind your back but you haven't said shit because you think he's faithful," and it hurt to think about it, because it seemed likely. Seth had never seemed like the type to cheat, yet no one really sees that coming. But what would Dean know? The guy hadn't had a serious relationship since, well, ever. Seth was a grown ass man, and if he had something to tell Roman, he'd tell him, right?

Right?

"What? Of course not, Roman, I love you." Seth assured him, his arms sliding around the bigger man's neck and pulling him down for a kiss. "So fucking much, you got that, baby?"

He should've left. Should've packed up and fucking left when he hand the chance.

But he didn't. "I love you too."


I can't believe you let me down

But the proof's in the way it hurts

Roman saw it coming from a mile away. He didn't want to, but he did. Expecting it did nothing to soften the blow, though.

He walked into he and Seth's shared hotel room, and was greeted by a half-naked Seth sucking Randy Orton's dick like his life depended on it. It was almost funny, thinking of how similar it was to when he and Seth first got together. All rushed and sloppy but still passionate and meaningful, and it hurt Roman beyond compare to think that he'd lost all of that, and to see Orton getting it. He had just lost the love of his life, and surprise, surprise, his heart felt like it was being stabbed, over and over and over. Seth didn't make any effort to move from where he was at, he just kept bobbing up and down on Orton's cock.

Randy noticed Roman before Seth did, and the whine that came from Seth's lips as Randy pushed him off his cock had no business making Roman's heart ache like it did. Orton scrambled to cover himself with the sheets from the bed, leaving Seth puzzled, until he looked toward the doorway. His beautiful brown eyes widened as they landed on Roman.

"So, you weren't hiding anything, huh?" There wasn't an ounce of malice in Roman's voice.

"Roman..." Seth got off of the bed and walked toward Roman, but the bigger man just backed away towards the door.

"No, no, it's all good," Roman stated, shaking his head as a small, pathetic smile made its way onto his face. "I'll get my stuff when you guys are done here." He turned back towards the door and had it halfway open before Seth was throwing himself on Roman.

"Oh my god, Roman, I'm sorry, c'mon baby, please-" Seth pleaded, his voice cracking on the 'baby.' Roman didn't even need to look at Seth to know he was crying.

"Seth, really, whatever," Roman said flatly, prying himself away from Seth and fully opening the door. "We just aren't working anymore, I hear you loud and clear." And with that, and some more sobbing, begging cries from Seth, he was gone.


I have loved you for many years

Maybe I am just not enough

You've made me realize my deepest fear

By lying and tearing us up

"I told you."

"I know."

"I'm really sorry, man. I know he meant the world to you."

"Yeah, well," Roman shook his head and took a swig of his beer. "Two years and promise of a future, whatever, right?" Another swig. "Fuck that."

"He's a conniving bitch, Roman," Dean stated, earning a snort of a laugh from Roman. Which surprised Dean a great deal; Roman hadn't laughed (or even smiled) in about two weeks. Maybe it was just the alcohol. Roman had already downed about five beers, and it didn't look like he was stopping any time soon. At least, not on his own accord. Seth cheating had hit him like a fucking semi-truck, and it pained Dean to see his best friend in such a state. "You didn't really have a future planned, did you?"

"Fuck yeah, I did," Roman answered. "I have a fucking ring, Dean. A ring. I was gonna propose to that little son of a bitch, but no," Roman dragged out the 'no' in a sort of drunken slur, and Dean would've laughed if it was under better circumstances. "He just had to go hop on Orton's dick. I fucking saw it too, man, I'm way bigger than him."

"Roman-"

"That's all he really wants, honestly. A big fucking dick that he can hop on every night," Roman finished off the last of his beer. "Fucking slut."

Dean was laughing full-on now, his face buried in his hands in a futile attempt to stifle his ridiculous giggles. He'd never heard Roman speak so lowly of Seth, it was kind of awesome. Roman had always talked about Seth as if he was the fucking second coming of Christ, and now he was calling him a slut.

Fucking fantastic.

"You, my good man, are drunk."

"No I'm not, you're just blurry," Roman mumbles, reaching for his beer and letting out a frustrated grunt as he remembers the lack of liquid in it. "Fuck."

"Yeah," Dean stated, grabbing Roman by the arm and pulling him out of the hotel bar. They got to the elevator with little conflict; thank god Roman's legs were still functioning. "You are so lucky that we don't have to work tomorrow, because wrestling with a hangover fucking sucks," Dean says, pressing the button for their floor. "I'd know."

"At least the hangover will hurt more than him leaving."

Feelings?

From Roman Reigns?

"I really fucking loved him, Dean, but he just didn't love me back," Roman had his arms around Dean and was clinging onto him for dear life. "He left me. I gave him the world and more, and he left. For two years, Dean, he was my everything. But he didn't give a shit."

Dean chose to ignore the dampness on his shirt as he drug Roman to their room.


Your heart is unobtainable

Even though Lord knows you kept mine

Two months had passed since Seth and Roman had split. Roman was doing a lot better, gladly. Dean had somehow gotten through to him, and the Samoan man had settled with he and Seth's break up. Of course, by then, he'd already made a complete fool of himself in front of Dean and told him everything he needed (and some things he didn't need) to know about he and Seth. Aside from all of his drunken rants that gave Dean way too much information, Roman was doing okay. He still had the ring, though he had no plans for it. He figured that he would just keep it until he found the right person. The right right person.

Seth had tried to make amends. Evidently, Roman was having none of it, and Seth didn't seem to have a hard time stomaching it. Roman wasn't really all that shocked; he'd come to see Seth in a completely different light over the past two months, and he didn't think Seth was worth wasting even a friendship on. Seth had Orton, he didn't need Roman for anything anymore.

"Hey."

Roman's grey eyes snapped up to meet icy blue ones, and he couldn't help but tense up at the sight of the man his boyfriend had left him for. "The hell do you want?"

"I actually wanted to say I was sorry," Randy states, plopping down next to Roman on the equipment box he was sitting on.

"I've heard that a lot in the past couple of months," Roman says, idly messing with his wristguard in an attempt to ignore Randy.

"Seth cheated on me."

Roman just about gave himself whiplash at how fast he looked over at Randy. The older man looked completely serious. "No shit. With who?"

"Ambrose."

Damn. "Well, uh..."

"Yeah. I mean, I didn't really care. I kinda expected it to be honest," Randy looked over to Roman. "If he was willing to cheat on you, a guy who he was with for, shit, how long? Three years?"

"Two."

"Still," Randy lightly nudged Roman with his elbow. "Anyways, there weren't any promises that he wasn't gonna do it to me. And he did."

They sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, until Roman spoke up. "Hey," He said, nudging Randy much like the older man had done earlier. Randy looked over to him and raised an eyebrow. "Don't let that fuck you up, alright? Kid can't be trusted."

"Damn right," Randy chuckled and let his eyes drift away from Roman's for about a second, before they returned to looking at Roman. Neither of them said a word, but they could both feel the exact same thing as smiles graced both of their faces, and Roman's hand found a home; holding Randy's.


this took a disgustingly fluffy turn and i am so ashamed. if anyone has a song/pairing request for this story, either message me or leave a review with what you want.

upcoming chapters:

trish stratus/lita - monster by skillet